The Big O (An OTT Insta-love STANDALONE)

by Nelle L'Amour

  “If indeed you are, one of your job requirements will be to wear a skirt or dress to work everyday. I don’t believe in dressing casually. It takes away from job performance and efficiency. Do you agree?”

  I nodded like a stupid bobble head doll, thanking my lucky stars that I’d decided at the last minute to throw on a skirt to look like a “professional” respondent. Plus, a skirt helped camouflage my size. With another swift move, he shoved it up, exposing my big girl undies and my ample thighs. A shiver skittered down my spine.

  He shook his head and tsked. “Olive, Olive, Olive.”

  All hope of a job evaporated. My heart sank to my stomach. Damn my fat thighs!

  “My princess, your legs are spectacular, but those panties have to go. So let’s get rid of them now.”

  I tried processing his words, but had no time. On my next heated breath, my Fruit of the Loomers were gone. Ancient history. Torn off my big bottom with his bare hands like a Neanderthal. I didn’t need to glance down to know my pussy was fully exposed. Holy moly! And the worst thing was I didn’t mind. What on earth was wrong with me? I was lying here, half naked, letting a man I knew for less than a half hour undress me and I was loving every minute. I tried to relax as he crawled onto the couch.

  Sitting back on his calves, the eye of his cock stared into my face while those below his thick brows stayed glued to my pussy. Focused on the little patch of flax between my inner thighs.

  He caressed it, the tender touch of his fingertips making me all aflutter.

  “Wow. You’re a natural blond.” He brushed his fingertips against my silky cluster of curls, polishing the shimmering triangle as if it were gold. “And you’re so buttery soft.”

  “Thanks,” I peeped.

  “Now, Olive, spread your legs,” he ordered, “or I’ll spread them for you.”

  No need. The way he looked at me with such lust and warmth in his eyes made me want to please him. Make him happy so I obliged.

  Every nerve in my body buzzed as his fingertips moved to my pussy and began to stroke the sensitive folds.

  Oh my God! Squirming with the delicious pleasure he was giving me, I let out a moan.

  “Jesus, Olive, you’re so fucking hot and wet for me. You’re dripping with need and desire.”

  Then he moved his thumb to my clit and began to vigorously rub it. Call 911. I was on fire. I bit down on my lip to stifle another moan, but the erotic sound escaped anyway.

  “Are you okay, Olive?” he asked in his deep voice, picking up his pace.

  Panting, I nodded once again. Was I really okay? Capital N-O! I was out of mind. Lying here with my legs spread with a devastating stranger, who had just destroyed my panties and now was playing with my most private parts. Giving me exquisite sensations that were sending me orbiting. The real shocker, I was letting him. In fact, I was aching for more.

  “Please don’t stop,” I cried out, so close to coming.

  He smiled. “You’re doing great, Olive.”

  “Does that mean I get the job?”

  “We’re about to find out.”

  Without warning, he withdrew his hand from my pussy. His fingers were glistening with my juices.

  “Wait! What are you doing?”

  My eyes widened as he licked his soaked thumb.

  “Mmm. You taste delicious. I should glaze my donuts with your sweet icing.” After another lick, he circled his long fingers around the base of his giant shaft. Let me tell you, this was no Twinkie. It was hard and rigid like a steel rod.

  “Next activity,” he said as he rubbed it along the spots where his thumb had been, coating the tip with my slickness.

  As I sucked in a breath, he lifted one of my legs over a broad shoulder, spreading me further. He then anchored his hand on the back of the sofa, and with the other, inserted his humongous cock inch by thick inch into my entrance, stretching me apart.

  “Oh my God,” I wailed, with equal parts shock, pain, and want.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted, pushing his cock in deeper. “Relax, princess.”

  Was he kidding? Relax? When his enormous cock was ripping me apart? Should I tell him? Rather than overthinking it, I gave into the moment and the gorgeous beast of a man, who was about to change my life.

  Slowly but surely, by the time he hit my womb, my inner muscles relaxed and were clenching around his enormous erection with little discomfort.

  “You feel so fucking amazing,” he hissed as he slid his length back down.

  “You do too.” A girl with an appetite, I’d never felt so sated.

  On the next beat of my heart, he was pummeling me like a barbarian, hitting some magic spot inside me I never knew I had. I heard myself moaning and groaning, then the moans and groans morphed into whimpers as an orgasm began to build, the intensity so great I didn’t think I could hold on.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” I breathed out over and over. Holy smoke! My “O”-for-ovaries were going to implode.

  As my orgasm broke loose, giant waves of ecstasy rolled through my body, taking every molecule with them. I balled the fabric of his jacket as three tiny words escaped my throat: “I love you.” A whirl of psychedelic colors spun in my head. Even in my delirious state, I was conscious I’d said them and I knew I couldn’t take them back. Perhaps, our moans, groans, and pants drowned them out. Okay, confession. Who was I fooling? I meant them. At this moment, I loved this man with my heart and my soul, both body and mind.

  “I’m not done with your sweet little pussy. You’re going to come for me again,” he growled, not slowing down his pace. “And again.”

  “Okay,” I managed as he continued to pound me. I still couldn’t believe what was happening. That I was letting this man ravage me. My burning want and need for him negated any second-guessing or rationality. And so did my ecstasy. I was drawn to him like a magnet, unable to resist.

  “This time, I want to hear you scream out my name,” he breathed against my neck, pumping harder and faster, his balls slapping against my clit. I could no longer hold back.

  “O-O-O-O-O-wen!” His name spilled out of my mouth in frantic pants as he took me over the edge yet again. With one more deep thrust of his hot pulsing length, I exploded with an encore, my body, convulsing with his, my heart beating out of my chest.

  His own explosive orgasm met mine with a sonorous sigh of my name. So beautiful…like a song. Emptying himself, he collapsed upon me, his large body caging me.

  After several long minutes in this position, he whispered in my ear. “You’re a perfect fit, my Olive. The job is yours.”

  As much as I should have been thrilled, uncertainty dampened my spirits. Was his heart also mine? He was all I wanted. I was head over heels in love.

  Holy shit. I’d fucked a lot of women. But I’d never fucked a woman like Olive.

  She was so hot, so wet, and so tight. I swear she felt like a virgin, but I knew with the way she fucked me there was no way. The thought of another man fucking this ravishing woman sent my heartbeat into a frenzy as I cleaned myself up in my private bathroom. A red streak made me think she might be starting her cycle, but that didn’t make fucking her any less delicious. My soft cock felt much like a fresh jelly donut…sticky, gooey, and still warm from the oven.

  When I re-entered my office, Olive was straightened up on my couch, her skirt pulled down over her shapely thighs. Her pretty face still flushed, she sat cross-legged with a notepad on her lap. God, she was cute. Ready to get started. I had to fight back the urge to uncross those legs, hike up her skirt, and fuck her all over again. My cock flexed at the thought, remembering she was pantyless. Just a thin piece of fabric separated my cock from her pussy. My cock grew twitchy.

  She gazed up at me with those chocolate brown eyes. “Sir, should we go over my job responsibilities?”

  Her voice was so sweet, genuine, and pure. Like homemade powdered sugar. I pondered her question. Let’s see, I want you to let me fuck you senseless, make my babies, and give me blowj
obs on command. Trying to control these lewd thoughts and my arousal, I cleared my throat.

  “The usual, Olive. Coffee and a donut first thing in the morning…screen my phone calls…answer my emails…set up my meetings. I expect you to obey and not question my orders. Can you handle this?”

  Her face brightened. “Oh yes, sir. I’ve been waitressing, so I’m really good at taking orders.”

  So, she was into serving people. I liked that about her. In fact, it was one of the many things I already loved about her.

  “And there will be some major assignments which I’ll expect you to complete.” I paused as something came to mind with urgency. “Like your first one.”

  While she kept her eyes on me, I ambled over to my desk and opened the top drawer. I pulled out the black silk mask I sometimes used for an occasional nap and then slammed it shut. Scrunching the mask in my hand, I headed back to her, thinking maybe I should have just fucked her over my desk. Maybe later.

  “Olive,” I said, looming over her. “On your knees.”

  Wordlessly, she did as I asked. She looked up at me. With my six-foot-four frame, I towered over her.

  “Yes, sir?” she squeaked, the expression on her face communicating how eager she was to please me.

  “Have you ever done a blind taste test?”

  “No, sir. I don’t know what that is.”

  “It’s very simple, Olive.” I unfolded the mask. “I’m going to put this mask on you and you’re going to taste something. When you’re done sampling what I share with you, you’re going to describe the experience and tell me how it compared to other similar experiences. Your opinions, much like in the focus group, will likely prove to be very valuable.”

  She smiled that adorable dimpled smile. “Ooh, that sounds like fun. I’ve done stuff like that at the restaurants I’ve worked at. You know, tried out two versions of the same dish to help the chef or owner decide which one tasted better.”

  I smiled back at her. “Good. Now don’t move while I put on the mask.”

  She did as I asked as I slipped the mask over her head and adjusted it over her eyes. God, she looked sexy as hell on her knees like that, her long blond hair cascading over shoulders and her lush lips already parted.

  “Stay put and don’t move from this position. I’ll be right back with the delicacy.”

  While putting the mask on her, I’d decided I wanted to surprise her so I returned to my bathroom where I slid down my fly. My huge cock, already erect again, sprung out. After a few strokes, I strode back to her. She was still in position.

  “Open your mouth, Olive,” I ordered.

  Tilting her head up, her luscious lips parted a bit more. I resisted the urge to run my fingertip around them. Instead, I told her to open wider; she did as I asked, her mouth forming a perfect “O.” Oh fuck, yes. I was big believer in not wasting time. Gripping the base of my cock, I put the wide crown to her mouth and guided my rigid length inside. The warmth of her saliva and the softness of her lips made me hiss. Splaying my fingers on her scalp, I coaxed her to go down on me. Holy fucking shit. She did something no woman had ever done. She took me to the hilt, and I could feel the tip of my massive dick hit the base of her throat. My cock swelled in her mouth, completely filling it. Instinctively, she slid her mouth back up the shaft, and one more time, I urged her to go down on me, sheer bliss filling every crevice of my being. Squeezing my eyes, I heard myself hiss again.

  “Suck, princess,” I rasped, not knowing how long I would last. I’d never been a premature ejaculator, but this girl did things to me that none other had. I let go of her scalp as she got the hang of what I wanted her to do, giving me head like none other and taking me over the edge. Her fingers dug deep into my muscular thighs as she picked up her pace and began to hum. Holy fuck! Then her tongue got into it, licking the underside as she bopped up and down. My breathing grew ragged as my balls pulled up high, a telltale sign that I was on the verge of an orgasm. I was so enthralled I couldn’t get the words out to let her know I was going to combust in her mouth. Holy, holy fucking shit. An orgasm of epic proportions was about to hit me like a tidal wave, and with a thunderous grunt, I blasted my load into her mouth. Once. Twice. Three times. And then one more time as she milked me. I’d never come like this before.

  “Swallow,” I managed, my voice as spent as I felt.

  My heavy-lidded eyes stayed riveted on her as she gulped down my seed. Sweet Jesus. What a sight to behold. Slowly, I withdrew from her mouth, ready to hear about her experience.

  “Well, Olive, let’s get started.” I took off the blindfold. “What is your first impression of this product?”

  She licked her glistening cum-glazed lips as I eagerly waited for her answer.

  The words of his question spun around in my head. He expected me to think clearly after I’d given a man my very first blowjob. And I’d not just blown any man or any cock. Not that I had any basis for comparison, I’d say it was the cock of all cocks. Fit for a king. My king. The Donut King.

  “Well, Olive, I’m waiting for an answer.”

  “Um, uh, it was very big. And very tasty.”

  “Tell me what it tasted like.”

  My mouth began to water at the memory. I rolled my tongue around my upper lip, savoring the remains of his release as if it was creamy custard filling. I couldn’t help but sigh, “Mmm.” It was so, so yummy. Syrupy sweet and just the right amount salty. I loved the combination of the contrasting flavors.

  “Did it remind you of anything?”

  “Yes, one of your scrumptious cream-filled chocolate éclairs, but I’ve never taken one whole in my mouth.”

  “I see. And how would you compare my éclair with others you’ve eaten?”

  His question confused me. “Do you mean the kind I can buy at a Donut King shop?”

  “No, I mean the one between my legs. My cock.”

  My heart skipped a beat as I squirmed on the floor. How should I answer this question? I had no basis for comparison.

  “Um, uh, I don’t know, sir.”

  “What do you mean you don’t know?” His voice was gruff. “You were very articulate in the focus group and seemed to have a clear opinion about everything.”

  My heart hammered. I was about to fail at my first job assignment. A little voice in my head told me to tell him the truth. My mama taught me to always tell the truth no matter what. Okay, I might lose my new job, but I couldn’t let her down.

  “Sir, I don’t have any basis for comparison. I’ve never given a man a blowjob before.”

  “What? You’ve never given a man head?”

  “No, sir.” I chewed on my bottom lip as he looked at me oddly. The truth was on the tip of my tongue. My mouth parted and the words shot out. “I’ve never been with a man before. Not even kissed.”

  The look of shock on his face as he processed my words was something that would remain in my memory forever.

  “You’re fucking kidding me. Olive, are you saying—”

  I cut him off and just blurted it out. “Yes, sir, I’m a virgin. Well, at least I was.”

  My heart pounding, I gazed up at him. His sapphire eyes flickered with a mixture of astonishment, rage, and lust.

  “Are you mad at me?” I stammered, positive I was going to get the ax. Believe me, whatever could go wrong, would go wrong. The story of my life. It was over. Both my job and the one-hour of pure unadulterated love I’d experienced with this man. Tears burned at the back of my eyes as I prepared myself for the worst.

  Instead, to my utter surprise, the big, brooding, beautiful beast of a man scooped me off the floor and held me protectively in his arms, the way a father might hold his little girl, something I never knew. My legs and arms wrapped around him like a pretzel, his hard as steel body pressing against mine. His gaze held me fiercely.

  “Olive, why didn’t you tell me?” His deep voice was softer and tender, such a contrast to his size. It was mentally and physically melting me. Wet heat poured down my
thighs.

  “There was no time. I couldn’t stop from giving myself to you.”

  “Jesus, Olive, if only I’d known. I wouldn’t have fucked you senseless. I would have made love to that exquisite tight pussy of yours with the tenderness and reverence a princess like you deserves. Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” A half-truth. Yes, the initial penetration had been painful, partly because I was so tense, but by the time I reached my orgasm, I couldn’t get enough of his enormous cock inside me.

  He furrowed his brows, concern still etched on his face. “It wasn’t too hard for you?”

  “You were perfect.”

  He looked down as he paced the room. “I have no choice…”

  I gulped. “You’re going to fire me?”

  He stopped in front of me, his imposing frame hovering over me. A wicked smile lifted his lips as his eyes burned into mine. I swallowed past the big lump in my throat. Yup, I was losing my job.

  “No, Olive, I’m going to make you mine. From now on, you belong only to me. I own you with a capital O. If I catch another man with you, he will be dog meat, and you’ll be wearing a collar and leash for the rest of your life. That is part of your contract. Do you understand that?”

  Too stunned for words, I simply nodded.

  “Good. Now let’s seal the deal.”

  Before I could blink my eyes, his lush lips crashed onto mine with a fierce, passionate tongue-driven kiss I couldn’t resist. As his stubble scraped my face and I raked my fingers through his thick ebony hair, an otherworldly feeling swept over me. I couldn’t believe this was all happening to me with the gorgeous King of Donuts, a man I’d dreamt of and thought I could never have. The line between fantasy and reality blurred. If I was dreaming, I didn’t want anyone to pinch me because I wanted this moment to never end.

  “Excuse me.” A vaguely familiar snippy voice brought my mental ramblings to a screeching halt as Owen abruptly released my mouth and set me down. Snapping my eyes open, my vision shifted to the entrance of his office. Standing erect in the doorway was the prim, obnoxious woman who’d escorted me here while chiding me about my inappropriate behavior in the focus group. She even went as far as calling me a slut. Her gaze met mine and I could feel poisonous eye daggers coming my way.